Breakfast Takes A Sharp Turn

My fork scrapes against the plate as I shuffle the scrambled eggs in front of me. My gaze remains locked downward, just as it's been for the past few minutes. Seeing me play with my food isn't an unusual sight since I'm naturally a slow eater. However, this time my fidgeting is a deliberate attempt at drowning out the voices coming from across the table. Sadly, my self induced trance doesn't seem to be completely sound proof.

"Take it easy, Horn-Dog! I'm trying to eat. Jeez, you can't go five minutes without thinking about sex can you?"

Despite Molly's choice of words, her cheery tone and muffled chuckles make it obvious that she's not actually angry in the slightest. In fact, my daughter seems to be more amused than anything. I don't even need to look up to know she's smiling, especially since her giggles are getting louder as she continues to speak.

"Alright-Alright, you win. I'm taking it off. There, happy? -Oh!- Did you have to throw it in his face? Sorry, Daddy!"

I let out a small, tired, sigh before finally taking another bite of eggs. The will to ignore my surroundings begins to fade each time I chew. Eventually, I give into my curiosity and look up right when my son replies to his sister. My lips purse in disappointment upon confirming that the view before me is just as uncomfortable as I expected.

"I just want to try something. You can eat right after, I promise. Now keep them pressed together like this. Perfect! Hold that pose for me. Pass the maple syrup, Dad."

Across the table from me are my two children. They were barely clothed when we started eating, but it appears that Tim's decided his sister wasn't naked enough. Now, Molly's sitting in our kitchen with her chest exposed for the whole family to see. As per my deviant Son's request, she has paused her meal to cup and lift up her ample breasts in a pose he orchestrated.

"I think I know where you're going with this, Son. You can have your fun, but please try not to make a mess."

My husband's voice calls from the head of the table to my right. Mark's tone was soft and modest sounding. There's no doubt that, like me, he feels unsettled by what's going but knows he's powerless to stop it. His words are quickly followed by his arm that has reached over into my line of sight.

Tim chooses not to respond as he excitedly snatches the plastic syrup container from Mark's hand. He hastily unscrews the cap and tilts the bottle over his target. The sticky substance slowly seeps out of the bottle spill onto Molly's busty figure. It only takes a few seconds for her cleavage to overflow. Streaks of golden brown syrup begin trickling down her breasts to form a pattern resembling cracked glass.

"Ooooh, that's cold. It reminds me of the time you used ice on my nipples."

Ignoring his sister's reminiscing, Tim proceeds to lower his face towards her sticky chest. After taking a big lick, he snags a small pancake off the plater and wipes it across Molly's flesh. The following moments are then dominated by sounds of munching, muffled moans, and the occasional giggle. During this time, my husband and I both remain silent. We only interact by shooting concerned glances at each other to confirm that we're equally unsure of how to act in the presence of such debauchery.

"Hey, so there's something I've been meaning to talk to you guys about."

Tim's voice causes my eyes to glance up from my plate. The first thing I notice are the syrup stains around my Son's mouth that formed during his erotic meal. Secondly, it appears he's satisfied enough to release his topless sister and allow her to finally eat breakfast.

After finishing my observations, I look at Tim with a curiosity while Mark ask's him about what's on his mind. Knowing Tim, I suspect that this wasn't going to be a school related matter.

"How would you guy's feel about me and Molly taking the master bedroom?"

My husband and I both speak up in defiance immediately after he asked his ridiculous question. However, Tim tells us to hear him out. As he does this, one of his hands hold up a finger in a 'wait' gesture while the other is busy reaching under the table. A brief moment of silence goes by before I hear a sound similar to a can of spray paint. Within that same instant, my head begins to feel fuzzy.

Unable to function, I sit still in a dazed state. A few seconds later, the spraying noise stops and I'm able to shake my head free of the bizarre sensation. Now able to think clearly, I my mouth opens to ask about what the hell just happened. However, Tim begins speaking before I can get a word out. My initial instinct is to yell over him, but for some reason I decide to just listen to him.

"I mean, think about it. You both know how much time I spend banging Molly. We're in bed way more often than you guys are, so it's only fair that we get the bigger mattress."

As much as I want to tell him it's a stupid request, I can't help but agree with his logic. Those two sometimes spend an entire weekend in bed, only getting out to use the bathroom and eat. However, I hate the idea of trading my luxurious bedroom for a smaller space. I begin to rack my brain for an alternative solution but, thankfully, Mark seems to have beat me to it.

"I admit you have a point, horn-dog. How about we buy you a new mattress? We can even trade until it gets here."

Tim shakes his head in disapproval and responds with a prepared list reasons why they need to switch.

"It's not just about the mattress, Dad. We fuck all over her room, but it's small so we don't have much to work with. That's why we need yours! It's not like you and Mom take advantage of the extra space."

My husband and I raise our eyebrows upon hearing that last bit. Both of our expressions send the message that we're not buying it. We may not have sex anywhere near as often as our children, and they are much more wild. However, Mark and I's sex life is a pretty good one compared to the average marriage.

Would they make better use of the master bedroom? Yes, they definitely would. However, we certainly don't let it go unused. If that was the case, we would admit that horn-dog's right and give it to him.

Tim quickly picks up on our nonverbal communication and stops pitching his idea. Then he sighs loudly while shaking his head before taking another shot at it.

"Look, I didn't want to do it like this but.... I know all about my household rights, and you simply don't have the authority to stop me from taking the master bedroom. Breaking it to you this way feels hostile and that sucks. I admit I was fishing with that last argument, but I guess you two are happier than most married couples. Not that it matters, I'll be lowering the amount of sex you're allowed to have once I'm in charge anyway. "

"What?" Mark says as a response to the state of complete confusion we both find ourselves in. Neither of us know what our son is talking about and by the look on Molly's face, neither does his personal slut.

Clearly unpleased by our reaction, Tim crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

"Oh, please. I learned about the natural family hierarchy at school. It's what they teach right after the sexual bond between twins. Although, I had a little head start on that lesson."

In his classic horn-dog fashion, Tim takes a break to reach his hand out and pinch Molly's exposed nipple. Her brother continues speaking while he mindlessly pulls on the nub between his fingers as she moans softly.

"You can't hide it anymore. I already know that every family must have an alpha and the different rights they get. Believe me, I get why you didn't tell us about the hierarchy. Alphas are decided by who has the biggest sex drive and come on, I'm horn-dog for crying out loud. But speaking of deciding the alpha, I think it's time I officially claimed the position. You guys just wait here!"

Tim stood up and excitedly rushed out of the room, yanking Molly's nipple in the process and making her squeal. Before anyone could speak or even process what we just heard, my practically naked son came back with a large dry-erase board in his arms and stands it on the table. Based on the amount of writing scribbled across it and how fast he returned, it's safe to assume he's had that stashed away in the living room, behind the couch, for a while.

"As you know, a family member has to be at least 18 years old to be the alpha. Naturally, that makes cases of a Son or Daughter qualifying for alpha status before moving out pretty rare. So I listed all the rights alpha-Sons get on this board, incase you forgot or never bothered to learn them since the chances of it happening were so low."

I begin reading the board and everything finally begins to make sense, just like they usually do when I let Tim explain himself. Although we never purposely hid the hierarchy from my son, I understand why he would suspect otherwise. He was about to receive a lot of power. Sons and Daughters who gain alpha status essentially become the rulers of their family.

Alpha-Parent Rights: Generic Parental Authority + Control Of Family Finances

Alpha-Son/Daughter Rights:

• Immune to Parental Authority
• Control Of Family Finances
• Dictating All Sleeping Arrangements
• 24/7 Access To The Family's Entire Property (Entitled To Deny Requests for Privacy)
• Establishing Dress Codes Of Any Kind (Limited To Inside The House)
• Dress Codes' Range May Extend To The Backyard On The Condition The Family Has A Pool
• Controlling The Lay Out Of The Family's Property (Furniture, Decorations, Photos, Etc.)
• Requiring Parents To Seek Permission Before Indulging In Any Kind Of Sexual Pleasure
• Overseeing Any Disputes Between Family Members And Determining The Outcome
• Assigning Chores
• Demanding Family Members Display Their Submission To Their Alpha
• Displays Of Submission Include: Bowing, Feeding By Hand, Massages, Worshiping The Family Alpha's Body, And Performing For The Alpha's Entertainment
• The Alpha May Take Photos And Record All Acts Of Submission (May Also Instruct Family Members To Do So)

A few minutes went by as we read the board's content. Then the room remained silent even after it was obvious that everyone had finished.

With Tim about to become our family's alpha, the idea of him believing I actively tried to prevent him from knowing his rights made me nervous.

"Horn-dog, sweetie? I want you to know I honestly didn't try to keep the hierarchy a secret. I don't know why I never thought to teach you two about how families func-"

To my dismay, he cut me off. It seems he's already adapting to the position he's yet to fill.

"Save it, Mom. You've only got about a minute left as our alpha. I suggest you end your reign with a little dignity."

He then proceeded to make everyone confirm that we understand each of the rights an alpha-Son may excise within the home. Mark and I gulped and nervously nodded our heads, but Molly couldn't have looked happier about her brother taking charge. I watched her large breasts jiggle when she clapped with excitement and rambled about how she can't wait to move into the bigger bedroom.

After taking a moment to calm his sister down, Tim looked around the table with a smug grin on his face.

"Before I officially take over as our family's alpha, would anyone care to try out horn-dogging the horn-dog?"

Nobody said a word.